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What a Doll

When I was eight years old, I asked Santa for a pink barbie van for Christmas. On Christmas morning, I raced downstairs to find a pink dollhouse. I was furious. I threw back my head and hollered, “I hate you Santa Claus!!!”. And yes, my parents raised me better than that. I may have not been able to appreciate dollhouses as a child, but with pads like these I’ve learned to show a little respect. Aren’t they grand?